tampered | Log; Completed

Log; Completed

When; Monday, May 12 (evening)
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Toshiko Sato

warped_inside and Ianto Jones

king_coffee
Summary; Two cursed Torchwood members walk into a bar.
Log;

"You know what I think is great about this, is that it's just actually nice to go out to a place like this and not being chasing Blowfish or bloody arrogant Time Agents."

Tosh's shopping trip had been successful, if one judged from the very tight leather skirt (not a mini, but that slit up the back was just bare inches from scandalous) and the very low-cut blue blouse (she was taking Ianto's suggestion about cleavage seriously). The always-present computer satchel? Nowhere in sight.

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Ianto's laughing in short gasps - a little winded, yeah? - but laughing all the same.

The guy's on the floor, groaning, and for Ianto that's enough. He's not going to hit a man while he was down, that would be wrong.

Despite that, though, two men grab him and drag him back, one saying "Hey, c'mon now, that's enough!" he doesn't fight against them, though.

Tosh found herself grabbed up by an arm around the waist as well, pulling her back from delivering another kick, even though she really hadn't planned on it. Well, unless the guy hit Ianto again. But he didn't look like he'd be doing that.

"Oi, let go!" she yelled, giving the man hauling her away a light shove, but one more calculated to free herself than to try and start up any further fights. "You all right, Ianto?"

The men holding Ianto have a pretty loose grip as they can tell he's not going at the drunkard anymore.

Bah, his stomach hurt, but he wasn't going to tell Tosh that.

He held up his hands in a passive gesture and he was released. "I'm fine babe, and you?" He raised an eyebrow at the man holding Tosh, a warning gesture that he should let her go.

Considering what had happened to the last guy to put his hands on Tosh when they weren't wanted, the fellow holding onto her let go and backed off.

"I'm good. Wasted a perfectly nice drink, though. Pushy bastard."

She looked up at Ianto, trying so hard to look contrite for their audience instead of just grinning, but it probably showed in her eyes. "Wanna dance?"

"I'll buy you another one, sweetheart, and then we'll dance." A smile and he offers his hand to her - ignoring the audience - and steps over the drunk's leg to get to her.

Who lay on the floor groaning.

Hey, he wasn't going to leave this bar just because some arsehole decided to get a little grabby!

Tosh's eyes lit up at the offer, and she took Ianto's hand and let him lead her off for that promised drink and eventual dance.

Like hell they were going to let themselves be kicked out! Wasn't their fault the other patrons didn't know how to behave.

"I owe you for that," she murmured, as they moved off.

Which he did, and lead her straight to the bar.

Hell no, this was Ianto's favourite bar! Well, joint favourite. With a few others.

"Naw," he murmured back, "I had fun."

Tosh didn't really have a favorite, but she was kind of starting to like this one.

"You were fantastic. I haven't had this much fun in ages. Are they going to let you sing? Or did we ruin your chances for that?"

She tapped Ianto's arm to get him to give her a hand hopping up onto the barstool. Those things were not set at a height useful to small women in tight skirts.

"Doubt it, man," he said, shaking his head a little, "got enough attention already, yeah? More ain't gonna be a good idea." Disappointing though! Ianto had really been in the mood to sing.

Then again they could always move to another bar.

And give her a hand he did, a gentleman in disguise. A really good disguise.

Hey, the night was young, they still had time to find a bar where Ianto could sing!

"Well, I'll treat you to another round and then we can dance a bit, and then maybe we can go and see what other places we can almost get ourselves kicked out of."

She gave him a bright smile for the help. Really, all those people telling her to take it easy and stay home and blah blah whatever? Wet blankets, the lot of them.

Exactly. But they had to stay there for a little while, just for show!

"Oi, I said I'd buy you one," he said, flapping his hand at the barman - who gave a long-suffering sigh - with a grin. "But me one later yeah?"

And being a little bit of a party boy himself? Ianto wasn't going to tell Tosh to stay home.

Of course they did! Otherwise might look like they felt bad about the fight or something.

"Deal. I'll buy a round at the next place. Got to keep you happy if you're going to sing something for me anyway, yeah?"

At least they were out together, which gave them each someone to feel a little responsible for. Probably kept them both from getting into even more trouble.

And there was no way that Ianto felt bad about the little bar fight.

"Sounds good!" And with that, he ordered a drink for himself and Tosh, and gave the barman quite a nice tip. Never a bad thing to have the bar staff on your side when you're Ianto.

It was a two way thing. Either they got each other into trouble or kept each other out of it.

Ianto was a better tipper than Tosh, but then Tosh might have had somewhat higher expectations of how she ought to be treated in order to get a tip. Really, it was lucky she had other ways of convincing people to get her drinks.

"Have we ever been out dancing together?" she mused. "I mean, we've known each other how long? And I think this is the first time."

Ianto then turned so his back was to the bar, and scanned the crowd. He and Tosh were still getting quite a few looks, but eh, no biggie.

"Nah, man, never. Let's change that, yeah?"

As far as Tosh was concerned, it was when they stopped looking that she would start to worry.

"Yeah, let's. Bet you're a fantastic dancer."

Well they'd put on quite a show! He hoped that he wouldn't get in trouble with Jack, though.

Nah.

"Wanna try me?"

Probably they'd get at least a disappointed look, maybe a lecture, but at the moment Tosh didn't really care. Hell, the trouble they were getting into right now beat being chased by Weevils or kidnapped by freaky cannibals by a long shot!

"Didn't I already?" Tosh teased, finishing off her drink and holding out her arms for Ianto to help her down.

Ianto would take getting into a bar fight over meeting cannibals again any day of the week.

And help her down he did, with a grin. "Not craving a little more?"

"Ooh, is that you offering?" she laughed, grabbing Ianto's hand and heading for the dance floor. "I don't know, we'll just have to see how your dancing is first."

Tosh had no doubts he'd be a good dancer, but she liked to tease. She especially liked to tease Ianto, because she knew he wouldn't take it to heart.

"You can have whatever you like, gorgeous," he said, following Tosh onto the dance floor.

Which was true. People often found that there was no point insulting Ianto, it was just like water off a duck's back.

"Dance with me, and then maybe we can go find out if the gent's room has CCTV."

Really, she knew she probably shouldn't be playing so easy with Ianto. After all, he was kind of Jack's. But he was so much fun, and he wasn't likely to get weird and possessive on her.

A raised eyebrow. "Getting a little exhibitionistic are we now Tosh?"

Yeah but Tosh was like a friends with benefits thing. Jack was way more involved than that.

"Well, I didn't say we'd do anything if it does," Tosh shot back, giving Ianto a little poke in the chest -- well away from where he took the blow to the stomach, of course.

"Anyway, I've promised to give Tony a call after we get back tonight." The implications in that were probably obvious.

"Tosh! Getting my hopes up and everything!" But he was teasing as he said that.

And he was grateful that Tosh didn't poke him in the belly. Still not quite recovered, there!

"Better not get back too late, then, yeah?" Ianto understood.

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